Labs. Onwards!

Lab Lab Lab Lab

Mess hall!

oh hey i should check this thread-

>W
There's nothing especially notable as you head down the hall. It is dim, but the lights are functioning. There are no servitors nearby, which is good; the last one nearly strangled you.

You come to a set of wide white doors. There is evidence of heavy locks and other safety/sealing mechanisms. The door is unlocked, so you enter.

Inside, it is dark. There are doors to the North, mounted by an aquila. There is another set of doors further West; there is no aquila on it.

There are tables in the center of the room, as well as counters running along each wall. There are papers on the tables; there is some evidence the people who were in this lab left in a hurry.

There are heavy containers on some of the tables. They have translucent parts, but it is too dark to see in them. To the SW part of the room is a similar container. There is a dataslate hooked up to this container; it is collecting information, you figure.

You take notice of warning signs and buttons that, presumably, activate security features in the room.

>roll a d3 for me.

rolled 3 = 3

>>9114931

>>9114931

blargh, sorry, can't remember the dice command. I just used a die on my desk and came up with a 2.

rolled 2, 3, 1, 2, 1, 3, 1, 1, 1, 1 = 16

>>9115152
For the record: You put this into your email line:

dice XdY

add numbers appropriately.

With noko, use noko+dice xdy

Observe.

I need some more die so I'll roll those sumbitches.

>wat do in room

Or is it like this.

Command: Eat surplus food until robe is not too big.

huh. Whatever. Someone post the way to show your noko AND the roll so I can tell if you're shitting around on me or no.

CONTINUE. THE DICE HAVE DECIDED YOUR FATE.

>>9115213
>eat food
You are not hungry, nor is Peg-Leg. You have no 'surplus' food, only necessary rations that must be eaten carefully.

It's:
noko+dice+(numberofdice)d(numberofsidesonthedice)

rolled 3 = 3

Investigate the dataslate. We need to know what was being researched here

>>9115265
Agreed. Assimilate delicious information.

>>9115238

Damn this universe and its grimdark idiosynchrasies.

Fine. We eat nothing. BUT WE THINK ABOUT EATING. Just to spite the universe.

>>9115265
Presumably, you flip the lights on.

When you do, you discover why the scientists left in a hurry.

Arcane symbols have been burned onto the wall, ones that make your flesh-eye ache and your flesh feel weak. Even Peg-Leg is affected; he chirps out that there has been a sudden negative impact on his abilities. The markings cover the North wall, but are present on all the walls. The Aquila has been defiled.

You manage to approach the dataslate through steadying yourself on the counter and averting your eyes.

The container the dataslate is attached to emits a low whine when you grab the slate to look at.

The data on the 'slate boils down to it keeping track of 'generations of divisions' 'purity of genetics' and progress on something called 'DIVINITY'. Generations are extremely high, Purity is very low, and progress seems to be stagnant at 63.5%.

The room makes you feel ill by simply being inside it. You do not recognize the cult it belongs to.

>>9115435
>Arcane symbols have been burned onto the wall, ones that make your flesh-eye ache and your flesh feel weak.

Examine them closely, if it's Tzeentch we're stuffed anyway.

>>9115435
With the lights on, can we now see inside the containers?

>>9115464
Yes. Do you want to look inside?

>>9115485
Yes, although I feel we'll need to roll a SAN check afterwords.

Shitfuck, I have to go do bullshit Adeptus Mechanicus shit.

I'll be RIGHT BACK. IN A WHILE. BEFORE THE NIGHT IS THROUGH.

>>9115530
>look box

There's a horrible octarine and oilslick-rainbow.../thing/ inside, swirling with stars and light and something that makes you wish you could vomit, with some sort of organ at the core.

You fall back, your vox emitting a sound best described as 'a cat throwing it's intestines up', backing into Peg-Leg, who beeps in surprise. The room seems to spin momentarily, and the symbols dance and laugh.

>>9115598
Okay let's roll again.

Recaff: GOD TIER.

>>9116537
Well, fuck this room, then. We don't have the sort of demolitions on it that we need to truly deal with this situation.

Go north.

>>9116862
>N
Through the defiled door and wall covered in marks currently laughing at you?

>>9116912
As long as we don't have to actually touch the runes, yes. Time to see how deep this impurity runs.

And how fast we can run shortly thereafter, probably.

>>9116980
Okay, let's roll.
>N
You head North, getting Peg-Leg to lead the way, as he does not seem to be as adversely affected by the runes (he does totter more than usual). You follow along, holding onto your bag of stuff on his back. The runes titter and taunt you in a language that makes your potential coils ping and quiver.

Through the door is a small room that seems to function as an antechamber. The only set of doors besides the one you entered through lead further to the North. Those doors are made of thick, heavy glass, reinforced with metal and ceramite; they are doors to what must be an Observation Deck.

There are more markings in the Deck, massive sigils and runes, on the ground and painted on the glass in what you hope is merely blood.

There is an Astartes- this one in Scout armor- in there as well. He is down on the floor and severely injured; his breathing is ragged and the fabric of his shirt is red with his blood. There are corpses of scientists in the observatory deck. They were cut down by what must be heavy arms fire... or whatever it is the Marine carried.

There is no overt evidence that there is anyone in the room. You can hear the marks in the lab snickering at your predicament (whatever that may be).

The Observation Deck has oxygen in it. There are no additional exits.

>>9117239
Continue north. Move over to the Astartes. Be cautious, because he may believe us hostile at first, and address him respectfully, asking if we can provide assistance. Hopefully he'll be able to give us information and won't kill us.

LMAO "you have a robe but its a little too big"
Cool story bro.

>>9117883
>aid Astartes

You enter the Observation Deck. You notice that you can spot both the Space Dock and your crashed ship from here. It is well-lit, and there continues to be no one in the room.

You approach the Astartes. He tries to turn his head to look at you, but pauses. YOu announce your approach:

'Honored Astartes,' you cant. 'I will not harm you!'

At the sound of your obviously vox-reproduced voice, he rolls onto his side, drawing his side-arm- some sort of bolt-pistol!

'Foul heretics!' he yells through the pain. 'I will cut you down just like the last ones! You will not have MY blood!'

It appears that it IS blood in the Observation Deck. What do you do now?

>>9118117
Move so that he can't shoot you, and raise the volume on your vox. Explain that you are a faithful servant of the Adeptus Mechanicus, and no heretic, searching for loyal servants of the Imperium and desperate to repair your vessel after crashing into this wretched rock full of heretics and xenos.

>>9118117
Incidentally, what color is his armor, except for red.
And then this:
>>9118151

>>9118151
>explain non-heretical status

'SIR!' you yell, dragging yourself and Peg-Leg off to the side, 'I AM NOT A HERETIC! PLEASE, DO NOT SHOOT! I AM FAITHFUL TO THE OMNISSIAH!'

The Astartes struggles to keep his gun trained on you. 'That's what the last one said! I won't be fooled again- all you cultists want to do is just make your own vile abominations!' He tries to roll onto his stomach, and you realize his injury is on his back.

You also notice that some of the more recent corpses aren't scientists at all. They have familiar red robes.

>>9118203
His armor matches the Astartes you met earlier; Blue pauldrons with mostly cream-ivory-white body armor. Same arm-with-sword symbol as well, in black. His clothes are blue as well.

>>9118279
Get behind cover, then slowly reveal your laspistol to him, and throw it on the ground, explaining you mean him no harm.
Have #alt.bin.boss (nicknames are for flesh creatures) do the same.

>>9118279
Put him out of his misery, send the noble Astartes to the Emperor and Omnissiah, pray that his soul flies unfettered from this cursed place.

>>9118279
Well, that settles that. He killed the faithful servants of the Omnissiah, sent before us on the very same mission we are. He must die. That said, even with him injured I wouldn't bet on our capabilities against him. We'll have to play this subtle.

Protest that the Machine Cult has been an honored part of the Imperium of Man for the last ten thousand years, that you're no Magos Biologis anyway and work with the sacred machine spirits rather than anything which could be called an abomination.

Continue moving to ensure that he cannot shoot us.

>>9118328
This. Make him feel safe.

are there any cutesy chaos ones?

>>9118279
have Peg-leg put his peg-leg through that peg hole in his face.
What peg hole?
The one Peg-leg just made.

niggers that ios all fcuk the piolce drung
'

>>9118328
>>9118420
>don't die
You continue to circle around the Astartes. He manages to roll onto his stomach, with a growl of pain.

'Honored Astartes, I am not a cultist. I mean you no harm. I am not a Biologis- I can't even tell a scalpel from a speculum. We both know the Adeptus Mechanicus has been part of the Imperium for centuries; I am no cultist! I am incapable of harming you. Allow me to approach, and aid you!'

The Marine growls, but has not shot at you yet, despite you being clearly in his sights. 'Then why are there cultists here doing /Biologis/ work?'

'I know less than you, sir! Allow my approach, so I can aid you.' You drop the laspistol (after apologizing for doing so), and carefully lift the lasrifle off of Peg-Leg, doing the same. 'See? Now we're unarmed.'

Another growl, this one less aggressive, more pained. He lowers the pistol. 'Considering the mess this place is in, disarming yourself is a foolish idea.' He almost smiles. 'You may approach, though spending medical aid is worthless. I know when I'm down for the count.'

>>9118695
Take off as much of the Astarte's armor as we can in order to get him more comfortable, and get a good look at the wound.
Resist urge to repair armor first.

>>9118695
Can we allow a noble Astartes to suffer in this terrible realm? Nay, we must do our duty to him and to the Emperor, put him out of his misery, he is already dead, he said so himself. Pump him for info then pump him with some las.

>>9118751
We cannot simply murder an honored astartes.
Ask him for any useful information, try to help him with his wounds, then if we can't ask if he desires the Emperor's Peace, promising him, before he dies, to return his corpse to his chapter.

rolled 3 = 3

Attempt to stabilize him to the point where we can have Pegleg take him back to the infirmary on our ship.

>>9118695
We need to get information out of him. Tell him anything he asks, but be sure to get his chapter's name, their mission here if possible, and the details of what happened to put him in this situation.

>>9118764
>implying mercy is murder
He is dying in pain, running the risk of his soul being trapped/corrupted by the foul taint that infests this place. We MUST end his life to preserve his place by the emperor, can you imagine what horrors await the soul of a noble Adeptes in the warp?
You are damning him the longer you delay, we must give him the release he seeks rather than force him to suffer.

>>9118857
>Implying murder is mercy.
If the Astartes wishes to live, try and stabilize him to return him to his chapter, so that he at least has the chance to serve the omnissiah further. If he wishes to die, then deliver the Emperor's peace.

But we can't just pop him in the back of the head.
Shit would not be cool.

>peel armor off
You approach cautiously, hands up, ordering Peg-Leg to do the same (he does). 'Honored Astartes, at least allow me to alleviate your pain?'

He snorts. 'I don't know how you'll do that, Techpriest, but do your best. I am at your mercy anyway.' He allows you to kneel down by him and start undoing his chestplate. When you do, you reveal a rather nasty exit wound. It looks like it was made by some heavy-caliber weapon. The Marine winces as you un-armor him. 'A cultist did that. He was carrying some old... some old slug-thrower. It's right through my extra lung; went through me like a powerfist through a cow.' You try your best to at least stop his pain; offering him the scant drugs you have on hand. He declines them.

>pump for info

'So what happened, Astartes? I have no idea; I'm just trying to get to the other ship here. My own crashed.'

'Really? Wow, and I thought we had it bad. We need this rock. It's ours. The- the cultists here are doing experiments. On us. Our brothers, I mean.' You don't know what he means.

'And then the Orks! Damned Xenos, they just had to come and throw all of this into the woodchipper. I said we should have simply atomised the whole thing, but no, we had to go save them all.' He smiles, a little more pained. 'He's always been a bit of a hero- the Chapter Master. Good man.'

>offer Emperor's Peace
'You should probably use my pistol instead of your las,' he offers. 'I'm far too hard-headed for las to do me in. I know I'm too injured to get back. Thank you, honored Techpriest.'

You nod. 'I'll see that your brothers recover you after I... I complete the rites.'

You suddenly realize you've never had to give the Emperor's Peace before. You only know the Rite of Safe Transmission, which isn't really the same.

rolled 2 = 2

>>9118918
Don't use the pistol, the recoil will shatter our arms, ask if he has a grenade instead.

>>9118918
Pick up the bolt pistol, and say it anyway.
The body is just a machine, and this machine has seen it's end, and it's machine spirit will be transmitted to the Emperor's Table.

From the weakness of the Mind, omnissiah save us.

>>9118918
Have him recited it for him, then finish the job. May the Omnissiah and Emprah guide his path.

>>9118958
Bolt pistols are regularly used by unaugmented humans.
Astartes bolt weapons are larger, but use the same round, meaning they have even LESS recoil.
eat a dick.

>>9118958
That's only on full sized boltguns, not pistols dude.
I feel sorta poorly, but let's do this.
Also, FUCK, I'VE BEEN LOOKIGN FOR THIS THREAD FOR LIKE AN HOUR.

rolled 1 = 1

>>9118989
Astartes weapons don't use the same rounds, the rounds they use are almost twice as big whereas the boltguns are only a few dozen percentage points bigger. This creates a much bigger recoil with more mass behind it.

This is stated over and over again in the fluff, Astartes weapons CANNOT be used by unaugmented people, at least not without serious chance of injury.

Let him know that what you know is what you know and start, after a quick moment for him to protest if he so chooses, with what you know. Use the weapon he suggests, and try not to put yourself in too bad of a position while firing.

>>9118918
Get the name of his Chapter before offing him, Omnissiah damn it!

>>9119043
Which is why the models on the tabletop use exactly the same stats, and guardsmen can use even heavy bolters, without any sort of augmentation.

Also: bolt weapons, being the gyrojets that they are, have even LESS recoil than a similarly sized weapon in modern times.
Yeah, you just got told.

>>9119068
Second.

>>9119068
Thirded.

>>9119068
Niggerded

>>9119174
Jewed

>>9119199
Blackula'd.

>>9119068
Eldared

>admit you don't know the Emperor's Peace
He sort-of shrugs, and clears his throat. 'Record this for future reference,' he says with another smile.

'Please, Emperor! I have intentionally sinned, I have sinned out of lust and emotion, and I have sinned unintentionally. I have killed innocents and I regret it. I have drunk too much and I regret it. I have done so much and too little and I regret it. I am ashamed of my deeds, and I shall never return to such deeds. Bless us all, and welcome me to thy table, oh Emperor.'

>get his Chapter, for fuck's sake!

'Before I strike you down in the Omnis- in the /Emperor/'s name, what is your Chapter's name? So I can call it properly in my own Rites?'

He looks honestly surprised. 'Castellans. Imperial Castellans. You've never heard of us?'

You shake your head. 'I'm not from here.' You clear your throat diplomatically, 'And with that, I bid thee safe passage.'

He closes his eyes, and awaits the shot to end him.

You manage to heft his pistol and promptly hand it to Peg-Leg. You're not stupid; his arms being broken are much less serious than your own. You don't know how bad the kick is on the thing! You begin the long-form intonation of the Rite of Safe Transmission as you order Peg-Leg to use the pistol.

>I could be cruel here and make you roll. But no!

BLAM. Peg-Leg is shaken badly by the shot, but he appears unharmed. The Marine, however, has passed.

The marks outside the door shriek for a few seconds of agony, then stop. The marks in the room shudder and pull away from the Marine's body.

>>'Record this for future reference,' he says with another smile.

Suddenly I am weak in the mid-leg servos. What a....gentleman. =s

I say we head to the mess hall now. The Astartes have likely taken care of the orks now, and they will probably like to be informed of the fate of their scout.
Take his bolt pistol as proof.

>>9119306
He would have totally been a bro, you are certain of this deep inside.

>>9119308
This.

Masturbate.

rolled 3 = 3

>>9119078
What?!?! the fluff and the crunch disagreeing?!?! IMPOSSIBLE!

But in all seriousness, go look at the size of an Astartes Bolt pistol, It fires a .75 mm round. For comparison, heres a gun that fires .50mm rounds.
It cannot be fired by a person just holding the gun without a good chance of injury. Furthermore its said explicitly in the fluff that bolters are mostly solid metal to increase their durability. We are talking a 30-40 lb gun with enough recoil to break bones, I doubt our slip of a techpriest can wield it effectively

Oh god I was late for Adeptus Quest!

>>9119337
Not right now. We have that marine's last moments recorded, and they can glitch out our locomotive actuators at a later date. We need to get moving.

>>9119394
You obviously don't understand how recoil works, please stop talking, for every time you post I lost a little bit of faith in humanity, and im running low as it is.

rolled 3 = 3

>>9119394
forgot my pic

>>9119394
Dude, that's still a bolt gun.
Bolt pistols are entirely human wieldable, even astartes versions since they aren't made for the range and durability their larger cousins are.

>>9119442
>>9119394
>>9119417
>>9119419
>>9119431

>>9119337
Dead people being around you is kinda a killer on those sensations. Not to mention you're chem-gelded.

>>9119308
>loot
You take his boltpistol, giving it to Peg-Leg for carrying. You take the lasrifle to carry as your new primary weapon; delegating the laspistol as your sidearm.

>back to center room
You retrace your steps. The lab is much quieter, and the marks on the walls seem to scowl and look ever-so-disappointed in you; they pull away from the holy boltpistol in Peg-Leg's hands. They still make you feel ill when you look at them, but less than before.

Right as you return to the center room, you finish the long-form Rite of Safe Transmission. You feel better about what you've done.

>Now what. East to Mess, or North to the Docks.

rolled 2 = 2

>>9119419
No, I'm well aware of what recoil is, but I don't think you understand how a bolt pistol works.

It fires a normal charge for a bullet that big. A hefty charge producing a LOT of recoil, but not big enough to say, punch through a tank. Which is why after a set number of yards the gyrojet kicks in and propels the round even faster, giving it its penetrative powers and allowing to defeat armor.
But it still starts life as a HUGE .75mm bullet, no diffrent than any other bullet.

So yeah, I understand recoil, but do you even know what you are arguing about?

>>9119495
You know what it is, but not how it works, please stop arguing, you just look dumber every post, and your idiocy is derailing a thread.

>>9119493
East.
Let's hit that Mess Hall.
Get your beers out.

>>9119495
>>9119442
>>9119431
>>9119419
>>9119394
SWEET OMNISSIAH AND ALL THE GEARS SHUT UP.

>>9119493
East

>>9119526
>beers out

You don't even have a liver to process alcohol with! :(

>>9119543
All we need is a stomach, colon, and a bloodstream. Where we're going, we don't need livers.

>>9119548
Well, you have one out of those three.

>>9119543
The achohol goes into your proto caffinator replicator, it fuels it. Also burns cleaner.

rolled 2 = 2

>>9119442
http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Bolt_pistol

A bolt pistol magazine carries only 6 to 10 rounds of standard bolt rounds8, each weighing about 0.08kg and with a diameter of .75 calibre (19.05mm). The pistol is able to fire either a single shot or a short three-round burst.

>>9119543
Not letting that stop ME.
I got a 40 to make empty so I can get the deposit.

>>9119557
Congratulations, you are telling us things everyone knows.
Let the OP continue with his quest please.

Request you ignore dumbshit replies.

EAST MUHFUGGA

>E
You decide to get to the Astartes as soon as possible, no matter what. That Scout deserves better than what he got.

You check your armaments and order Peg-Leg to take point. He does so. You suspect you're getting better at this 'progress through enemy territory' thing!

You two travel down the hall, which widens as other, narrower hallways join it as it heads East. The mess is a popular location!

As you approach, you hear three things:

Orkish shouts, more Astartes bellowing out warcries, and the occasional hellish shriek of corrupted binary. Looks like the Scout was right.

About halfway down, a screech of scrapcode erupts from behind you!

A pair of servitors- cleaning purposed ones- and a group of cultists barrel out of one of the hallways, running full-tilt to the Mess. At the sight of you, they skid to a stop and take aim.

They continue to blurt dirty code, best translated: 'Another False! They must eliminate or be join! ELIMINATE OR JOIN, DEAD-END! THERE IS NO ESCAPE, TAKE TIME TO DECIPHER! LONG TIMES TO CLEANSE BAD BEHAVIOR'

>wat do!?
>Whatever you decide, roll a D20 for it to work out!

rolled 3 = 3

>>9119524
I'm well aware of how it works, its simple action and reaction, force is applied to push the bullet from the barrel, thus equal force is applied in the opposite direction. Diffrent things factor into this, like load, bullet size, length of barrel etc.

Now for another real life example. since you ignored the last one...

A .50mm smith and wesson revolver gives off about 66 ftlbs of recoil per shot.
A .46mm s&w gives off only 45 ftlbs.
a .44 gives off a mere 20 ftlbs.
The larger the bullet, the larger the recoil, but its not linear, its exponential. a .75mm bullet would produce about 300 ftlbs of recoil which would absolutely shread and ligaments that even tried to stop it. That gun would destroy your shoulder if you tried to fire it.

>>9119668
>YOU DECIDE TO STOP ARGUING ABOUT SHIT THAT DOESN'T MATTER.

rolled 4 = 4

>>9119664
Move to cover and shoot 'em dead.

>>9119668
You have no idea what you are talking about and are only making yourself look more stubborn and stupid every time you post. Please stop pretending you have any grasp of how this works, because you don't. And it's obvious.

>>9119677
Didn't roll a d20 for it. *trollface*

rolled 3 = 3

>>9119664
Shout conflicting logic code while firing at them from behind cover.

rolled 4 = 4

Time for some run and gun, evade and return fire

rolled 15 = 15

RUN MUHFUGGA.
RUN LIKE A BITCH

rolled 5 = 5

Find cover and open fire

rolled 18 = 18

>>9119664
Uhoh...looks like it's time to enter the Run Time Environment.

God in the Machines what the hell is wrong with the dice here?

>>9119761
Looks like the dice want us to run, not fight.
So we will run.
Not fight.

>>9119757
LAWL I gotta find a way to use that on my DH Techpriest.

rolled 4 = 4

pretend you're one of them, get them to tell you more about the cult

>>9119761
Liekinorite

>>9119709
>>continue to refuse to address any points.
>> simply imply lack of knowledge
>> fail to demonstrate any knowledge personally
>>refuse to produce any argument that could be contradictory and could have resolved this a long time ago

>>9119757
this, engage run times, multiple fast run times.

>>9119757
seconded

>>9119801
3rdd

>>9119813
Oh not this again

>>9119783
I addressed all the points you have made with my first post, you simply repeated yourself in different terms after that. Please stop shitting up this thread with your idiocy.

>>9119813
forthed

>>9119844
approveded

>>9119849
Grammar Nazied

rolled 5 = 5

>>9119829
protip, you're both still spouting shit, just stop talking and the other will too

>RUN RTE.EXE
You do what you've been trained to do in these sorts of situations: You run like you're being chased by a Titan! You order Peg-Leg to follow quick as he can. He does so, but he isn't near as fast as you; the cultists will overtake him before long! You pause to squeeze off a few shots of the lasrifle, knocking off a squeegee arm from one of the servitors. It stops to start cleaning up the mess, but that leaves one and the cultists still following. Thankfully, they aren't heavily armed. Unthankfully, that's still more weapons than you can stand.

Peg-Leg beeps in alarm; you have not ordered him to actually fire on the cultists.

>Roll d20 to shoot those fuckers up as you two run away. Two of them, one for you and one for Peg-Leg.

>>9119878
>Nazi'd
Grammar Nazi'd

>>9119898
2d20 coming right up.
God I hope I don't bomb this roll.

rolled 3, 17 = 20

>>9119915
I blame myself for failing to appease the machine spirits.

rolled 16, 7 = 23

>>9119915
roll bombed

rolled 2, 17 = 19

>>9119898
Shootemup

>>9119923
use the second roll here, and the first roll here>>9119926
this quest is a unified game, it would only make sense that we take results from multiple posters.

>>9119935
>>9119923
2 rolls says we bomb, and #alt.bin.bosswins.
Or the other way around.
I'd prefer the other way around.

>>9119954
>Hey OP, how about you use only the best results from all our posts so we win?
>Hey DM, how about you let me take 20 on every roll?
These make equal sense.

>>9119957
Peg-Leg's got a boltpistol.

We have a lasrifle.

>>9119969
Yeah.
But peg leg can't be proud of hitting something.
We can.

>>9119965
Well, some games are actually fun with endless success. Though those tend to depend more upon creativity and less upon overcoming obstacles.

>>9119980
see Lego Quest. perfect example of that.

>>9119978
This is perfectly good logic.

>shoot them, Lyra!
You follow the auxiliary training you got in using weapons from memory: Line them up. Use both eyes for sighting. Aim for central mass. Breathe.

...DUCK UNDER RETURNING SHOTS!

You throw yourself to the side, underneath a few wild shots from some of the cultists, rolling around before pulling back up and letting the lasrifle offer praise to the Machine God in it's own special way.
>3, 16, 2.

One of the cultists goes down, clutching his chest and shrieking meaningless scrapcode as he does. The rest of them hesitate, as if the code confuses them.

>Your turn, Peg-Leg!
That gives Peg-Leg just enough time for his slower aiming to lock on.
>17, 7, 17

He doesn't aim so much as point in their vague direction and cut loose.

The boltpistol seems to enjoy its temporary owner, as its shots ring truer than the rifle's; cutting down a full five of the cultists- two with direct shots and three more from the cultists EXPLODING. Omnissiah in the gears they EXPLODED. You knew they were poorly assembled, but this?

They fall back again, obviously confused now, and emitting familiar code- it's the kind servitors used in the forge to designate they were open to commandeering for a project.

>How do you take advantage of this? Roll dice for this; d20s.

rolled 3 = 3

>>9120052
Order them to self destruct.
Apologize under your breath

rolled 7 = 7

Make them shoot the cultists.

rolled 13 = 13

>>9120078
>>9120073
The omnissiah frowns on your violence, as he did previously.
Have the servitors run their "return for maintenance" routine.

rolled 14 = 14

>>9120052
Order them to interface with your rear access port until they have transferred their genetic code into you.
alternatively have them stand down for summary dissassembly.

rolled 4 = 4

Tell them to shoot each other.

>>9120092
Proof to you initiates that the Omnissiah deplores violence against his children, even those that have been corrupted.
The Omnissiah loves proper function above all, not senseless violence.

>>9120106
Do you not learn from past mistakes?

>>9120105
this except not just rear access, the Tech Priest Gene-seed delivery duct, and your oratory projector byway.

rolled 16 = 16

Have them restrain the cultists

>>9120105
seconded

>>9120135
3rd

rolled 16 = 16

Erm. Commandeer them?

rolled 11 = 11

>>9120052
servitors are to hold the cultists hostage, so you can talk to them

>>9120073
This. Consider murmuring Rites we just memorized.

>>9120092
>Leave
>>9120105
>Become receptive to repairs
>>9120133
>Fix the hereteks
All good rolls.

>>9120106
>Violence
>>9120073
>Violence
>>9120073
>Violence
Bad rolls.

See a pattern?
From the weakness of the mind, Omnissiah save us.

>>9120105
>>9120126
5thed

>>9120105
>>9120092
You take quick advantage of the situation, barking out harsh command code: 'RETURN TO RESTING POSITIONS AND SHUTDOW- no, not you, Peg-leg!'

The servitors and cultists both chime out cheerful affirmatives. The servitors trundle off to their alcoves, forgetting the mess. The cultists start... but they have no resting position. They chime errors for a moment before attempting to return again.

This cycle continues to repeat itself.

Looking at them, you realize they are wearing robes similar to Adeptus Mechanicus members; plain white or red ones, some even with the distinctive white-black edging. They bear no skull-and-gear symbols, not even defaced ones. They are also extensively augmented. The augmentations seem to be cobbled together from anything they could find- one of the cultists has a elevatus's floor number light jammed in his eye socket.

They all have chaos marks on themselves somewhere on their clothes or bodies.

>>9120105
this because I dare you to do it Captain AdMech guy

>>9120164
Disable them for closer examination.

>>9120173
You have no 'rear access port' and wonder what it could be. It's an awful awkward place to put an access port, that's for sure! If you had to have one, wouldn't it be better placed somewhere easily accessible?

>>9120164
i believe it would be a good idea to use the opportunity to practive our lasrifling skillz on the easy targets.
The hereteks shall burn.

>>9120191
A cranial port would be much more efficient for such a transfer, eh?

rolled 14 = 14

>>9120164
Order the ones that remain to enter shutdown for repairs, or to follow you and provide fire support.

>>9120164

Yeah order peg-leg to shoot them. HERETICS MUST BURN.

>>9120164
TECH WITCHES, DESTROY THEM IN THE NAME OF THE OMNISSIAH, PURGE THEIR FOUL MACHINERY FOR IT IS AN AFRONT TO THE HOLY MACHINE GOD.
DESTROY THEIR NUTS AND BOLTS, MELT THEM DOWN INTO SLUGS SO THAT THEY MAY BE USED FOR A RIGHTEOUS TASK THAT THEY MAY REDEEM THEMSELVES.
MAKE BULLETS OUT OF THEIR BODIES!

>disable!
You easily order them into shut-down. Looking them over, there are two recurring theme in all the cultists: they all have obvious radial cranial alterations, and they all have messily-healed sutures on their bellies (as they, being cultists, lack shirts. It's a cult thing).

>KILLMURDER
First, you check to see how many rounds you have left on the boltpistol. You don't have any way of reloading it, after all. You have seven shots left. You estimate it would take three to knock them down to scrap.

>>9120253
They are no longer threats to us.
We must press on, we have neither the time nor the ammunition to waste.
TO THE MESS!

>>9120253
use the las rifle to eliminate the cultists

>>9120253
WE MUST KILLMURDER WITH PEG LEG, ORDER HIM INTO KILLMURDER OMGEMAMODE
THAT SHOULD DO THE TRICK RIGHT.EXE

Look for any tech that may be useful on them, and move on.

>>9120292
And waste the ammo?
FUCK.
THAT.
PRESS ON. LEAVE THE INFINITE LOOPING CULTISTS TO THEIR OWN DEVICES.

>>9120309
>implying you need ammo to destroy tech cultists with KILLMURDER OMGEMAMODE engaged

>>9120253
use the lasgun to kill the remaining cultists and then examine the 3 that were eliminated during the firefight for any difference in implants

>three is more than two. Let's move on after LOOTAN.

You pick a laspack from one of the cultists, and another's basic riotgear armor. It's just the right size, and helps a little with the robe. It has no chaos marks on it, thank the Omnissiah.

Other than that, nothing useful. You leave the cultists behind, who continue error-circling.

Peg-Leg is just an aide servitor; he has no KILLMURDER OMEGAMODE. That's for combat servitors, silly!

You get to the doors of the mess without further incident. The doors are blown open and long-gone, and on the other side of the room, a three-way KERNEL PANIC is going on between the Imperial Castellans- forced into the SE Corner where their boarding ship is forcibly wedged into the Eastern wall.

The Orks had burst in from the North, and fill in that whole area. Dakka is long-forgotten, Choppy taking the forefront in such close quarters. They are covered in blue markings. The last 'faction', the cultists, seem to pour in from everywhere else; the ceiling, the walls, any door you can see. They are easily mowed down by the Orks and Astartes, but more and of them pour in.

The cultists all yell code; the Astartes yell in High Gothic, and the Orks just /yell/.

>wat do

>>9120453
Decompile Kernel

>>9120469
ngl i laughed

>>9120453
Any way we can close the orks off from getting in to the room? Control panels, whatever.

>>9120453
This will not do at all.

The end process conditions for all three factions seem to be victory or death, where the victory condition includes the death of all other factions. Mayhaps there is a way to alter one or all their conditions to an easier achievable or more advantageous set of conditions, allowing or aiding in the success of our chosen faction?

rolled 5 = 5

Rig a makeshift grenade out of a spare lasclip and remaining bolter shells; toss in the direction of biggest group of orcs; run if chased by orcs.

>>9120492
>use TECHPRIEST POWERS
You pull back into the hallway more, looking for control panels. You notice a general one, meant more for maintenance than anything else. You could probably do SOMETHING with it.

>>9120498
You're pretty sure no one could hear you as you are now. Your vox just isn't powerful enough to cut through the KERNEL PANIC.

>>9120518
>look self
You carry two explosives already.

Well shit, do something useful with the control panels, then blow something else up.

rolled 2 = 2

>throw grenade orks

rolled 3 = 3

See what you can do through the control panel

>>9120533
Don't suppose there's an excess amount of fungicide for cleaning the mess with? If nothing else, using it to gain a bit of a map would be a good thing (or at least a map of whatever systems are being maintained and figure out from there. HVAC or whatever)

>>9120533
attempt to seal off this sections remaining doors to give the space marines a better chance of eliminating the orks and cultists

>>9120556
Making sure to recite the Litany of the Bomb before that. "You are a bomb of men..."

Roll me a d20 and give me a reason whatever we do should distract them. Bonuses for creativity!

>look panel
It's a maintenance panel. It has controls for the PA system, the various safety alarms, the works. The security is mind-bogglingly easy for you to plow past, so that's no problem.

>>9120518
>>9120556
Confrontation would be sub-optimal. We require a technical solution to either solve or simplify the complex problem.

For instance, nudge the aggression of the orks or the operating instructions of the cultists to a different target. Most preferably, each other or, at the least, away from the current combat to give the marines a more equally distributed foe.

>>9120563
Holy Throne my dice suck

rolled 13 = 13

Turn on the sprinklers to wash off the orks, making them less lucky.

rolled 5 = 5

>>9120573
TRAP to KERNEL PANIC

>>9120573

Use the PA to order the servitors to just attack the Orkz, and not the Astartes.

rolled 1 = 1

>>9120573
Connect the PA system to the vox unit. Kill the lights. Pour static through the vox and PA system at maximum volume.

rolled 1 = 1

Render some audio sounding orcish in nature, saying something along the lines of "RETREAT!!!". Play over PA system

>>9120636
>>9120609
This course of action is very displeasing to the Omnissiah?

rolled 7 = 7

>>9120573
Use PA system to iniatie tonal dial up connection with the tech heretics, have them stand down at the very least, attack the orks if possible.

>>9120590
After listening, you finally decipher that the Orks are bellowing something about 'bein' the luckiest gits in the room 'cause they're more blue than those beakies.'

In a flash of insight, you flip the sprinklers on- the blue paint rolls right off the orks, much to their dismay! They stop and mutter/yell complaints about cheatin' sneaky gits! A full half of the cultists currently in the KERNEL PANIC short out, some of them screaming, more of them just letting out the sacred Blue Smoke of the Machine Spirit and falling over. One or two explode! The Astartes rally at this sudden change of fortune, charging forward, taking back half the mess hall.

Some cultists try to escape the water, running into the hall you're in. They don't make it far; the water has ruined their circuits.

>>9120652
Shit if I know! Stop wasting the good rolls!

>>9120702
Fuck yeah, I am a clever son of a bitch.

>>9120702
Initiate physical memory dump of cultists entering hallway, utilize lasgun tool to faciliate ease.

>>9120702

Looks like someone dropped a HARDWARE INTERRUPT leading to a CONTEXT SWITCH directed in the KERNEL PANIC...

>>9120766
lol this, I am now envisioning.

BOOM PHYSICAL MEMORY DUMP!

BOOM PHYSICAL MEMORY DUMP!!

TAKE OVER CULTIST/SERVITORS AND BECOME THE

NEW DARK MECHANICUM USE THE POWER OF

KAYOSS TO CORRUPT THE ASTARTES

He didn't ask for us to input a command.

>>9120766
Most of the cultists simply die shortly after running into the hall; and the ones who don't simply ignore you.

They haven't put together that you being by the panel is suspicious as all get out. Taking them out is easier than replacing a laspack. You thank the Omnissiah for keeping you out of most of this KERNEL PANI-

The sprinklers stop.

There is a high-pitched whine over the PA, followed by a massive burst of scrapcode, loud enough to make your dampeners kick in and overload. The marines flinch, the orks roar back at the blasted thing, and the cultists sing back praise to the awful sound.

>Roll d20 to keep your stack from overflowing from the insanity-causing sound.

Someone finally notices you in the hallway: A Sergeant notices the bolt-pistol Peg-Leg carries and points him out.

You can hear the static of a vox, but you can't decrypt it. The way they set their eyes on him isn't positive, though. A group of three separate from the defensive line, heading your way.

>>9120856
Override command input lock out, input: Exe physical memory dump of cultist central databanks and primary processors. Use Lasgun data deletion tool to facilitate teh memory dump.

>>9120881
Also
>WAT DO OH GOD MARINES

>>9120856

FUCK YOU DO IT ANYWAY

OMNISSIAH = TZEENTCH ........SOMEHOW

rolled 12 = 12

>>9120881

rolled 1 = 1

Rolling for sanity!

rolled 15 = 15

Inform the marines you're the one that de-blued the orks and fried the cultists.

>>9120927
you there, noko rolls are nogo rolls, stop it.

>>9120942
Yeah, I'm done rolling...

>>9120881

play along with the marines , then when thier backs are turned whisper sweet sweet incantations of corruption to thier augmetics and sway them to the cause of the lord of change/machines.

>>9120907
>don't go crazy
>12
You try to shut down your audio, clapping your hands over your ears and barking a quick mute to Peg-Leg before he can fall to Chaos. You squinch your eyes shut and recite the Rite of Vast Protection until you feel the buzzy vibration of code pass over you.

When the barrage ends, you feel... relatively in one piece. Until you open your eyes, and realize the metal one's lens has shattered. Peg-Leg seems to be in one piece- it takes you a moment to reactivate his audio.
>Success!

>>9120933
>inform the Castellans you should not have your physical memory dumped.
>15

'Honored Astartes,' you yell as best you can, 'I- I...'

They don't seem to be listening as they advance, plowing through anyone in their way. The one without a helmet scowls darkly.

'I didn't hurt the Scout! I didn't! He was already dying! And I turned on.. the- the water!'

They continue to advance, like a wall of ceramite and iron.
>OH GOD DID YOU FAIL OR NOT I DON'T KNOW HELP CONVINCE THEM YOU'RE NOT A HERETIC

rolled 3 = 3

Start shouting a litany or something

>>9121028
make the sign of the aquila or some other imperial sign they can see or start killing your soon to be minion cultists.....oohhhh delicious heresy.

>>9121162
>roll dice to support your position!

rolled 14 = 14

>>9121181
Rollin

>>9121181

fine rolling but when can i has sweet heresy?

>>9121361

trying again

>OH GOD DON'T KILL ME

You drop to your knees, making the sign of the Aquila while still informing the Castellans that, no, you are not a cultist.

The squad advances, chewing through the seizing and sparking cultists like they're not even there, shoving Orks back into melee with other Orks like walls walking.

When they reach you, the one without a helmet kneels, gently placing his armored and power-fisted hand on your back, the other two Astartes taking up protecting positions facing the KERNEL PANIC.

'Do not be afraid,' he starts. You still feel plenty afraid. Peg-Leg just stands there.

'Techpriestess, you say you met a Scout. Is this true? And what are you doing here? There were only cultists when we arrived.'

>SUCCESS!

The battle in the room continues to roil, with cultists unexpectedly exploding and some of the Orks deciding, no, maybe this isn't a rollicking good time.

You look back up at the marine incredulously. His face has deep frown lines- maybe 'dark scowl' is his default face. Maybe that was why he was sent over; he's ignoring that KERNEL PANIC almost as much as Peg-Leg is.

>>9121440
tell him when we happened upon the scout he was already dead , we dont want to get on their bad side , especially if they are to become our future techmarine/sorcerers

rolled 2 = 2

>>9121440
Relay your experience thus far.

>>9121492
PLEASE ignore that roll. That'd be silly.

>>9121440

>When they reach you, the one without a helmet kneels, gently placing his armored and power-fisted hand on your back

Daaaaaawww.

Yes, I met another of your chapter a ways back. He was wounded beyond my skills to heal and asked me to deliver unto him he Emperor's Peace. He bade me find you and return his body, but I am only what I am... not quite able to carry one such as an Astartes.

>>9121515
Isn't it just? :3

>>9121517
You quickly explain yourself as calmly as you can.

'Yes, I met another of your chapter a ways back. He was wounded beyond my skills to heal and asked me to deliver unto him the Emperor's Peace. He bade me find you and return his body, but I am only what I am... not quite able to carry one such as an Astartes.'

The Marine nods. 'And you?'

'My ship wrecked. I- Lyra- am part of a Machine Cult's travel ship, that is all. There are many of us still in hibersleep; I was told to find the Imperial ship here- you, I think.'

The marine stands then, offering you a hand (the powerfist one) while simultaneously shooting into the melee, neatly blowing the head of an Ork off. 'Then we shall retrieve both. We will cleanse this wretched place, and take back what is ours.' The dark scowl returns to his face.

You stand up next to him. Maybe everything will be okay now. Maybe this isn't going to end with you as a messy paste on the floor or worse!

>>9121580
>Maybe this isn't going to end with you as a messy paste on the floor or worse!
>famous last words

OR NOT.

There is a sudden pack of cultists that spill into the room from a vent in the celing- corpses. Mauled ones. Then a thick smoke, a combination of the Blue Smoke of the Machine Spirit and something fouler, spill into the room, sinking downwards. There is a sputter, then a wail of code, a horrible banshee shriek that makes your shattered eye bleed and Peg-Leg react with full-on distress!

>roll 1d4

rollin

rolled 4 = 4

Rollin

goddamnit why aren't my dice working?

>>9121623
Adept, you need no + beyond the first one. Please roll again. Just 1d4.

rolled 3 = 3

NOT TODAY

rolled 4 = 4

gdadhavdchjvjdcvsdjcvavksdvCUVUSGVCUVS GVCGCVSDV

rolled 3 = 3

Didi you forget the incense? It;s much more than symbolic, it replenishes the blue smoke.
also rollin..

>>9121667

problem solved , once the marines are done MURDERKILLing the cultists examine their memory coils and databanks for a way to control them and also a way to decrypt the scrapcode they use to bend them to our will

rolled 3 = 3

>>9121695
NOOO scrapcode corrupts

>>9121705

CORRUPTION IS GOOD

DARK MECHANICUM RISING

>CONSENSUS: 3

rolled 1 = 1

>>9121715
0111000001110010011000010110100101110011011001010010000001110100011010000110010100100000011011110110
1101011011100110100101110011011010010110000101101000001011000010000001110011011101000110000101111001
0010000001110100011010000111100100100000011100110110010101101100011001100010000001100110011100100110
1111011011010010000001110100011010000110010100100000011000110110111101110010011100100111010101110000
01110100

>>9121746

COOOOORRRRRUUUUUPPPPTTTIIIOOONNNNN

>>9121754
and I meant every word

>>9121759

BUMPING FOR COOORRRRUUUUPPPPTTTIIIOOONNN

ROW ROW FIGHT DA DARK POWERS

>>9121812

BUT YOU CANT FIGHT YOURSELF

completely unrelated but a rabbit is currently licking the uppermost part of my asscrack

feels wierd man

Resist the dark mechicum utilizes too much "flesh"

>>9121832
did you forget the whole omnissiah = tzeentch thing?

well be lucky if were not a rubric techpriest by the end of this quest.

The shrieking continues, causing everyone still alive to cover their ears- even Peg-leg, a simple servitor, tries to do so, tottering back towards you, away from the sound. The marines habitually fall back, clustering up, back to back, bodies shivering with pain as the sound continues. A few of them yell back, shouting litanies in the face of the sound, throwing back corruption with purity and hate.

The orks roar back, of course. Ain't no squawking git gonna out-noise the WAAUGH.

The grate bursts open, and something massive and heavy falls through it, hitting the ground with a meaty thud that topples poor Peg-leg, and everyone else near it. The unexploded corpses of the cultists suddenly sing with praises of corruption and scrapcode, illogical maths and charts in dimensions not meant for man to hear.

It is a terrible thing- a daemon half-real half-unreal, a thing still thought as much as flesh. It contracts, the manufactured body of scrap and electronics shivering and warping as the thought of the daemon tries to coalesce. Then it unfolds again, revealing great shining wings of circuit board, feathers made from glass and bones, tied with sinew and wire.

The body is carefully-stitched muscle and fibers, eyes made of lights and barely-contained hatred, a massive gaping hole in the chest writhing with the invisible energies of the warp and the pale blue arcs of electricity. It opens it's beak-maw of metal plating and jawbones, and roars in anger. It has no lower body - the whole thing feels half-made, not finished, a little sloppy.

'My appearance has been delayed too long! No longer! Here I will make my legs from your BONES, Astartes! Here I will make my spine from your WEAPONS, ASTARTES. HERE I WILL MAKE MY STAFF FROM YOUR SOULS, ASTARTES. I WILL MAKE YOU INTO ME, AND WE SHALL WRITHE IN THIS PLANE FOR EVER, UNTIL MY LORD HAS QUASHED YOUR CORPSE-GOD!'

>oh fuck

>>9121829

>>9121850
0100110001000001010011000100000101001100010000010100110001000001010011000100000101001100010000010100
1100010000010100110001000001010011000100000101001100010000010100110001000001010011000100000101001100
0100000101001100010000010100110001000001010011000100000101001100010000010100110001000001001011100010
111000101110

>>9121855

BETRAY!!!!!!BETRAY NOW FOR ALL YOUR WORTH AND BECOME APPRENTICE TO THIS PERFECT EXAMPLE OF WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT BEFORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>oh fuck
Pretty much

>>9121884

NOT IF WE BETRAY / AND OR SWAY CASTELLANS TO THE DARK MECHANICUM SIDE.

rolled 3 = 3

Instruct the astartes of any perceived weaknesses of the thing that power fist may be able to make short work of those circuits before it can manifest

>>9121883

BURN THE HERETIC

>>9121869

in low gothic please?

>>9121914
'LALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALA...'

rolled 3 = 3

and use the controls to the PA to shit the damn thing off and improve combat effectiveness

>>9121913

NO , BECOME THE HERETIC , GIVE UP YOUR FALSE EMPEROR AND WORSHIP THE HOLY AMALGAM OF WARP AND TECH!!!

SO.

>What do? Start consensus-ing or bust out the 2d50s.

>>9121932
no NOT as planned

>>9121932
KILL IT WITH FIRE

COME ON HERESY , MAMA NEEDS A NEW PAIR OF MECHADENDRITES

rolled 31, 38 = 69

>>9121907
>>9121925

rolled 4 = 4

>>9121949

by "it" you mean the corpse worshippers and by "fire" you mean the holy magical flames of tzeentch don't you?

I just have to say
I AM UNDER ATTAAACK

rolled 1, 36 = 37

Analyze for weaknesses, relay any found to astartes. Do stuff at control panel.

rolled 7, 3 = 10

>>9121941

Hell with Corruption, Chaos isn't going to serve a Techpriestess well.

Open fire with the Bolt Pistol, the explosive rounds should do a lot of damage to it's unfinished body.

rolled 37, 31 = 68

come on heresy come on...........

>>9121990
How the fuck do I manage a 1 with a d50

rolled 24, 35 = 59

going with
>>9121959

>>9122007
pretend it didnt happen.
I rolled every three in this thread

Slaneeshi magos for the win.

Have Peg-Leg shoot the marine without the helmet

>>9122007

...Same way I managed a 3 and a 7.

>>9122029
>>9122033
I DON'T SEE ANY DICE. YOU ARE INVALID!

I'm going to grab a drink and when I come back, tallies!

>>9121959

Siding with this

rolled 48, 13 = 61

>>9122033

>>9122028
Yeah... but I've rolled 2 of the 3 1's in this thread...
/wrists

>>9122000

of course chaos will help us out , all of tzeentch's knowledge will allow us to make crazy fuckwin tech that will blow our enemies out of the fucking water!!! idn't the machine god all about the gathering of knowledge and the protection of machines?we can do both of those far more effectively if we just "bargain" with the chaos gods . a couple centuries of service here , a newborn chaos space marine there and BOOM all the dark unholy powerful tech we could ever need!!! THINK ABOUT THE POSSIBILITIES!!!

rolled 23, 17 = 40

0110110101110101011100110111010000100000011100100110010101101100011000010111100100100000011001100110
1100011000010111011101110011001011000010000001100001011011100110010000100000011001000111001001101111
0111011101101110001000000110111101110101011101000010000001110100011010000110010100100000011000110111
0101011100100111001101100101011001000010000001110010011000010110001101101011011001010111010000101110
00101110

rolled 21, 21 = 42

BETRAY, KILL THE MARINES.

>>9122063
not if he gives you chicken legs

>>9122063

Something about your post makes me think you haven't thought this through well enough.

Remember to archive this or I mad

rolled 19, 18 = 37

>>9122086
I rolled double and got the Ultimate Answer. I think I win this one guiz.

rolled 29, 46 = 75

>>9122033

YES it'll throw the other marines off and give our new partner time to attack and gather our new minions
>>9122029

NO DAMNIT this demon is clearly a lord of change and worshipping a differant chaos god will lower our chances of it sharing its dark secrets with us

rolled 18, 33 = 51

I like the tell the marines and turn off the radio idea

rolled 42, 21 = 63

>>9122108
>>9122086

Nice cheating, there, bub.

Warn the marines of any weaknesses the machine daemon might have, support them with bolt fire.

rolled 39, 38 = 77

>>9122100
something about YOUR post makes me think you haven't thought of all the POSSIBILITIES!!!

CHAOS: cockblocked by 1 point. :(

>oh FUCK
You manage to scream at the sight of the thing, the machine spirits trapped within it wailing so loud and clear even a deaf man could hear it. The marines react quickly, falling back, chanting litanies you all know by heart- familiar rites against corruption and possession, in High Gothic. You find yourself chanting the same, but in Binaric. The three Marines near you continue to keep up their guard, opening fire on the... the /thing/, the daemon as they /advance/, the stupid brave fools. Other small groups follow suit. You realize the advancing ones have Powerfists.

You quickly order Peg-Leg to join in delivering fire on the thing while you try to figure out something, ANYTHING you can do. He does his best, pointing hismelf at the enemy and unloading the last few shots at the thing before throwing the gun itself at the beast.

Most of the rounds simply flare into light in front of it, vanishing in a puff of impossible. A few get through, shattering glass feathers and severing tendon thread. This only serves to anger the daemon, who lashes out with it's too-long arms and head, fearsome beak-maw plucking an Ork right out of his mob and neatly severing him.

The Orks decide that it is not the time to krump and fall back, opening wildly inaccurate fire on the horrible thing. More of their shots get through, but what are bullets to such a merging of flesh, metal, and the powers of the warp?

You have access to the panel and to your inventory.

>i
>two explosives, holy candles, holy oil, Lucky Mechanus Charm, Laspistol, Lasrifle, many recharge packs, rations, recaff.
>panel
>HVAC, PA, Sprinkler, Locks.

rolled 1, 25 = 26

your just a.. a.. DOUBLE HERETIC!!!

rolled 33, 1 = 34

>>9122134

niether of those posts was me you cockgoblin

rolled 27, 17 = 44

>>9122134
it's called "noko+dice+2d50" dumbass

rolled 24, 1 = 25

>>9122146
Hurl the explosives at the daemon, disregarding the safety of the marines.

>>9122146

...Well, I have absolutely no idea what to do.

Scream at the Orks "OI, YA COWARDLY GITS, YOU GONNA LET THESE BEAKIES KRUMP DAT GIT BETTER THEN YA?"

Maybe they'll charge it out of a sense of competition, or pride, and we can get the fuck out of dodge with the Marines to form a better plan.

>>9122198
>Marines turning backs on daemonic incursion

rolled 29, 43 = 72

>>9122146

NOOOOOO FUCK THE IMPERIALS THERES STILL TIME DAMNIT CHARGE THE POWER SETTING ON OUR LASRIFLE TO HOWEVER HIGH THE FUCKER GOES AND WHEN THE MARINES ARE A SUITABLE DISTANCE AWAY , SNIPE THE ONES WITH POWERFISTS , GIVE RIFLE TO WHOEVER IS BETTER SHOT , US OR PEG-LEG , DO IT WARPDAMNIT FOR CHAOS

>>9122206

> Tactical Retreat to let the xenos get themselves killed.

Can we potentially decompress the chamber? hopefully jettisoning the thing out there? I believe the marines have some sort of safety net with this kinda thing in mind.
But definitely shut the speakers off

>>9122227

THAT WOULDN'T WORK YOU DUMBFUCK THE DICE GODS WILL SPITE YOU CHAOS IS THE ONLY WAY!!!!

rolled 2 = 2

Burn it in holy oil flame?

Strap the explosives to your chest and dive at the motherfucker!

rolled 50, 1 = 51

I only roll to BURN THE HERETIC

>>9122245
wrong dice set , 2d50 then vote for CHAOS

We cant run, if we let chaos move at its own pace we'll end up fucked. we have to fight this out here and now. with the marines dead our mission will be increasingly difficult, dismantle the unholy thing, there must be something we noticed about it we can use against it

>>9122252

C'MON ALL THEIR FUCKING BACKS ARE TURNED , IF WE DONT TAKE OUR CHANCE NOW , WELL ALWAYS BE SHACKLED TO THE FALSE EMPEROR ,OMNISSIAH OR NO , FORCED TO SHARE OUR TECH WUTH BUMBLING PANTSONHEAD RETARDED IMPERIALS

>>9122231
>look alignment

>helped astartes
>gave emperor's mercy
>helped mechanicus
>aided against cultists
>ran away from chaos

We're too busy being Fairly Good to fall to Chaos, barring freak accidents. Roll a 100 and then we'll talk.

>>9122269

FUCK THAT , MAKE OUR OWN DAMN MISSION , MAKE THIS FUCKIN' PLACE OUR BACKYARD BITCH

FOR CCCHHHHAAAAOOOOSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!

>>9122269
>noticed

You have noticed the thing is half-finished and covered in exposed wiring and unprotected connectors. It looks held together with duct-tape and warpfire.

Strap the explosives together and toss them at the monstrosity, having primed them etc of course.

rolled 38, 37 = 75

CHAOS
100 get

AIM FOR THE DUCT TAPE

Y'all better be requestin archival and such.
Just sayin.

rolled 6, 37 = 43

My bad.

This must be what the machinery in the other room was for, can we get back there? with SM support do we have the firepower to destroy it? (the machines)

rolled 45, 3 = 48

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD.
PUSSIES FOR THE PUSSY THRONE.

>>9122328
The machinery in the lab?

>>9122293
>>9122275
>>9122238
>>9122222

Someone get this 12 year old out of here

>>9122333
The very same

rolled 42, 40 = 82

Tell astartes to aim for duct tape. invigorate orcs with trash talk. Kill monstery thingy.

>>9122344
Oh! Well, you could, but YOU try getting firepower to go with you. You just tossed away your boltpistol.

You suspect there are no more living cultists. You could definitely make a go of it.

archive guiz

>>9122361
We still have a couple servitors lingering on the way there, couple that with a few bombs, and give the lucky cog and kiss and maybe we can make a go of it. We really ought to kill the PA outright though, so this sort of thing doesn't slow us in the future

rolled 4, 3 = 7

>>9122222
c'mon damnit we can still salvage our alliance with chaos if we betray NOW

rolled 37, 9 = 46

>>9122393

MEANWHILE.
>>9122346
>aid Astartes
'Aim for the silver bindings!' you cry out over open vox. 'That's part of the rituals holding it here!'

You remember well the Dukta used in the myriad rituals of binding, repair, and personification.

An Astartes- one of the Sergeants- points at a particularly burly Ork. 'Cowardly gits!', he yells, 'You ain't DESERVIN' t'be ORKS! Y'all GRETCHINS! All of you!'

The Ork shoots the Astartes the evil eye before charging the daemon personally!

A tentacle lashes out from inside the hole in the daemon's core, made from loathing and warpfire and extension cables, snapping across it's face. The Ork turns to ash.

The rest of the Orks pause. Some of them, it seems, wouldn't mind being Gretchin.

>turn to chaos
NO. TOO LATE. YOU MADE ALL THE GOOD CHOICES WE'RE LOCKED INTO THE GOOD ENDING SHUT UP.

rolled 5, 30 = 35

>>9122393

please , please ignore that roll

The marines will think we're trying to double cross if they see us run, and then come across fiddleing with this things (heart?) is there any way we can at least INFORM then of our plan ie tapping their comms?

>>9122438
Everyone Imperial has a vox unit.

Of course, the daemon IS technology and flesh and warp as one, so it'll hear.

rolled 30, 32 = 62

>>9122427
>implies it can ever be too late to join Chaos
DOHOHOHOHO

also, CHAOS GET

rolled 1, 36 = 37

>>9122427

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

FINE THEN FUCK THIS THREAD

>>9122453
one way or another it likely already KNOWS, so it'll have prepared counter measures but it beats staying here for the slaughter, if nothing else our element of surprise would be short lived anyway

rolled 13, 33 = 46

>>9122458

IT CAN IF OUR DM SAYS SO

FUCK , WHY IS EVERYONE SO OPPOSED TO SUCH A FUCKIN' GOOD IDEA AS A DARK MECHANICUM QUEST?

>>9122494
it is only you who wants it

rolled 27, 31 = 58

CMON CORRUPTION

>>9122474
>>9122438
So, run back to the lab or not?

>>9122506
yes and shout off a quick vox about our current objective at least give them a fighting chance if we're to die before we can make it there

rolled 50, 44 = 94

Inform astartes of idea involving the "experiment" back in the labs. Request escort/aid. Attempt to destroy the experiment/organ thing (heart?)

>>9122533
0111100101101111011101010010000001100001011100100110010100100000011010000110111101101110011001010111
0011011101000110110001111001001000000110000100100000011001110110100101100110011101000010000001100110
0111001001101111011011010010000001110100011010000110010100100000011011110110110101101110011010010111
0011011010010110000101101000

>>9122517
>go grab horrible containers
You spin on your heel, ordering Peg-Leg to follow as fast as he can. He voxes an affirmative.

As you race down the hallway, you cant your plan (or the idea of your plan) to your Astartes savior. He doesn't respond, but the fact that no one is chasing you seems good enough.

You run back, ignoring the corpses of cultists that seem to suddenly be everywhere- hanging from vents, up against walls, on the ground. They're all missing... parts, you notice.

In the lab, the lights are still on. One of the containers is open and empty; the rest are patiently waiting, making you dizzy and weak being near them. The markings on the wall titter and squeal, taunting you with your failures- 'our master lives!', they say, 'Our master is real and flesh and metal and movement! Yours is dead or corpse or asleep forever!'

rolled 1, 25 = 26

an hero

so that explains the haphazard way they were augmented. this room must die, give us a quick glance at what else may be in here, fuel stores hydrolics, anything really

rolled 17, 36 = 53

0100010101101110011001000010000001111001011011110111010101110010001000000110111101110111011011100010
0000011011010110100101110011011001010111001001111001001000000111001001101001011001110110100001110100
0010000001101110011011110111011100101110001000000100100101101110011100110110000101101110011001010010
0000010000110110111101110101011100100110000101100111011001010010000001100011011011110110110101100101
00100000011011110110111000101110

Let us be a conduit of the Emprahs wrath. Perhaps literally

rolled 1, 15 = 16

Blow up the stuff with my grenades

rolled 36, 47 = 83

100 GET for Emp's Light?

>>9122597
>look
There is the Aquila. There is the papers on the desk. There are the faces on the wall. There are the dead cultists. There is the dead Scout. There are normal lab materials you see in biological labs (future bunsen burners, alcohol, basic chemicals). There are the emergency lockdown pulls.

There is labware.

>>9122647
this

rolled 11, 36 = 47

>>9122656
EMPRAH'S WRATH GET

>>9122656
So nothing really killy then?
our best bet is killing power flow to these things then? Either an overload or by blowing off the couplings

>>9122688
we tried

>>9122634
>>9122647
>>9122650
>Blow it up! BLOW IT ALL UP!

You hastily attach your two explosives, anointing them with your holy oil and canting rapidfire prayers in Binaric with all the extra trimmings. You continue to pray even as you prime them.

A single last prayer- Invoking the Living Saint Barbara of artillery, and you prime the things, quickly escaping and shutting the heavy door behind you.

The faces laugh and titter, despite the threat.

We can do no more here whatever was in there will bo out now, lets leg ot back to the airlock (crashsite) maybe we can find some decent fire power? maybe give the marines another ring? see how things are fairing/did our plan have any effect?

LOCK THEM DOORS WE SAW THEY CAN REALLY BE LOCKED DOWN FIND US A TERMINAL

>>9122790
>lock doors
You find the emergency pull and pull it. There is a brief siren, and the doors clamp shut with a hiss of escaping air.

AND THAT IS IT FOR TONIGHT.

BECAUSE IT'S NOT NIGHT ANYMORE, IT'S DAY. GO TO BED.

NEXT SATURDAY I WILL BE BUSY. SO THE NEXT ADEPTUS QUEST WILL BE ON THURSDAY, MOST LIKELY.

NEXT TIME, ON ADEPTUS QUEST:

THOSE WEREN'T HEARTS, DUMBASSES.

rolled 31, 28 = 59

Find this places power source set it to critical and send it the hell outta here

Fucking archive requests gooooooooo!!!!!!

>>9122822
But they were SOMETHING and in turn we did something to them

>>9122887
You sure fucking did!

>>9122887
Clarification: we blowd them up

Also, archival requests success